He must,
however, have made enough noise to wake up his youngest. Michael peeped out from
behind the boys’ room – looking half awake, half asleep.
“Sorry
Michael, did I wake you up?” he asked. “The snoring woke me”, he said”. “The
snoring woke me”.
“I am
sorry”, he said, “I will try my best not to snore again.”
“It sounded
like Mummy snoring”, Michael remarked. “Women don’t snore!”, I informed him. He
is his mother’s star, and she is his idol. He seemed to accept it, and his head
disappeared behind the door again.
The next
morning they all slept late. It was a Saturday. His wife had some friends over
for lunch, so he took the boys out for some hours. They went down to the marina
to look at the boats and have an ice cream.
They were
sitting on a pontoon enjoying the son, talking about school and their friends
at school.
A man was
dosing in the cockpit of one of the yachts. A young woman was videotaping him.
He was
snoring.
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